This Was Rushed!!..

You Must Be A True Star, I Spit New Bars Which Scrapes & Makes Your Record A New Scar/
Of Course Your 'Q', Obvious Your New Cus Most Of RB Don't Know Who You 'R'/
Your Verse Is A Preview Of Knockout Kings, Played And Half Assed Like Mule Punches/
Your Don't Faze Me With Your Written, You Gotta Be Kiddin With Ya Pre-Made Verse Like School Lunches/
When You Speak It Sounds Like You Erase The Flow, I'll Turn This White Guy Into Flakes Of Snow/
Then Take His Gold, More Please So I'll Serve Morphine To A Poor Fein In A Bowl Like Quaker Oats/
I Speak Profusely.. Truly Your Weak Like A Breach Of Duty To Much Thought In Your Punches, Try Thinking Loosely/
I Peeped HHAP**, This Showman's Humoral Cus Like Inverted d's In Roman Numerals You've Only Beatin New b's/
I Leave Ya Shook Fast Clown, A KO? Surely! But Like It Was 6:30 I'm Winnin This Battle Hands Down/
And Blast This Wimp Til He's Past Tense(Tents) Like He's Walkin Across The Camp Grounds/
You Could Glue Needles To Your Verse, And We Still Wouldn't See The Point Like Race Cars With Heavy Breaks/
Morphine's Punches Couldn't Pack Pounds If He Stuck His Fist In Lil' Debbie Cakes/
I Hate To Warn And Inform You But You Couldn't Be Ill If Your Mouth Produced Wet Poop/
The Only Time Morphine Eats MC's Is When He's Got ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~'s And Alphabet Soup/

HHAP**= WHERE HE BATTLES
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